My feet hurt really badly. The days are getting darker, that’s a good sign. I’m close now, I must be. I have to!
I left Derrick back at the power station, I hope he understands. The Thing would have caught our trail otherwise.
My livingroom was quite a mess when I left that day thirteen days ago. Don’t get me wrong and mistake me for a guy who makes his bed, takes out the trashes, takes care of the dishes, or even brings out the hoover from the closet once in a while. In fact it’s quite the opposite really. But why I’m telling you this now is because it indeed matters to the situation at hand.
The story that will be known as The Rescuing.
It was the train that ruined it all. It arrived to the station thirteen minutes later than expected. An engine problem they said. The government warned the citizens to take this train and instead wait for the next one. The press wrote front-page news, and a woman died.
I was too stubborn to take their advice. And just look at me now…
It wasn’t the train in itself that could cause damage to the people. The danger actually lay in the arrival hour. Time is very important these days. And it’s a tricky thing too, it skips, jumps back and forth you know.
The scientists have discovered a technique that makes it possible to remain in the present though, a so called emergency solution. I’m using this technique. My sister didn’t.
My past days have been a living hell, but I’m still searching. Searching for an answer to all this, searching for hope, searching for God.
The air is unbreathable this far out. That’s why I’m wearing this silly outfit. A big round helmet with some tubes leading from it into my backpack. A backpack filled with air. Can you imagine? I mean come on, I’m looking fucking ridicoulus!
I made this costume all by myself by the way, of old junk I got at home.
It was Friday night if I recall it correctely. I wore a suit, just a regular imployee suit (there were a few wrinkles on the sleeves I most shamefully have to admit).
The train had to keep the scedule for the day just for not risk any unpleasant things to occur, and off we went.
I remember it as a quite peacefull evening. The sun was setting and the city streets uncommonly calm. My head was full of a whole days working. Vibrating telephones that yelled out their very existance, and made us aware of all our dissatisfied customers out there. Out in the real world. The cuckoos nest. The ticking bomb.
I shut my eyes and fell asleep.
The next thing I know I’m hanging upsidedown. I’m still in the train, on my chosen seat. Only upsidedown. It’s pretty dark in the coupé, but a vague shimmer from an unknown source reveals the outlines of the rest of the seats. From here my memories failes me...
Damn my shoes! They’re killing me big time!
I’m on the countryside of Portugal. It’s a mind-blowing view. There have never been this much vegetation anywere on the globe. It’s almost a shame we’re beeing erased...
It’s like The World is mocking us by making its nature fairer it’s ever been in these days of extinction of the human rase. The World gave us a try, a chance to improove ourself as viable. It was never a fare chance. The World was bored you see, and made us out of nothing for one purpose only; for laughs and giggles. We’re not intresting anymore.
No sight of a living soul out here. The ones that’s left lives in Oslo. I’m on a mission.
The night is dark and peacefully quiet. No birds, no mosquitos... no nothing. I’m not sure if Universe is going to keep the animals or not.
I’m tired of this constant walking. I haven’t slept in a fortnight. No resting for catch my breath at all. Yes one, at the power station.
I’ve stopped now. A fatal decision to make. The Thing approaches.
I better hurry now, It’s already devoured Derrick, and I’m damn sure not going to be an easy snack for this monster!
God is not The Universe. God doesn’t exist. The Universe runs it self.
We were taping this hunt, Derrick was my camera man and I was going to be the most handsome, courageous and famous explorer the world had ever seen. That part is now very uncertain.
I’m heading for Space.
Universe is playing with me, it hasn’t killed me yet because I amuse it. I’m an entertainer. There is no way to stop this course of events, only ways to extend our time. Of course there have to be some dangers on the way to keep the thrill up. In one hand we have this monster thing that hunts me, and in the other the timeskipping. It’s hard to have both these things in mind.
To be thrown back in time can very much have you killed. God knows where in the history you will be placed. For example you maybe land in the middle of the crossfires of World War One? Or perhaps you’ll fall into a T-rex’s drewling jaws? But it can also lead to good stuff as well. You may very well get on the throne of England? Hwo knows? Do you want to take the chance?
I’ve got up on my feet again, and this time I’m running. I’ve got a plan, involving to face the monster right on!
The timeskipping has been going on since I was nineteen, today I’m twentyfour, and tomorrow I’m twentyfive. My twentyfifth birthday is not going to be a happy one, that’s for sure.
Back in school we were informed by the teachers about global warming and such. We were taught that the world would finally be destroyed in one way another. Of course we didn’t care much back then, it couldn’t happen to us. We were busier fooling around and toss paperballs at each other in class than sit and listen to boring substitutes.
I was fourteen when I first lay my eyes on Susy. Although I knew she never would be interested in me I never really gave up hope. She got together with Chris.
My best friend had Hispanic parents. They died in a car accident the same day as my grandma past away, so neither of us came to school the next day.
Dad worked late at nights and was always dead tired when he came home in the morning, I and mom almost had to carry him up the stairs to bed. The government was in need of his expertise, for what he wasn’t allowed to talk about.When they separated three years ago mom had custody of me and my sister for five weeks until we could come and see dad again. We met and had lunch at his place. Later that month my sister was caught by the timeskipping, Nelly had just turned eleven.
I got a job at Microsoft as a supporter for whiny costumers, my first real job since upper secondary school.
Wait a second... What’s happening? I feel funny, it feels like my stomach is... is been ripped apart. I’m nauseous, dizzy... Oh no...! Oh no! No no no! I’ve been caught! I’ve been too busy thinking about the past... now I’m going to disappear! CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP...!